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Anime is love.
Music is love.
Villainy is love.
Gackt is love.
Skinny-ass Goth german kids are hot- um, I mean, love.
B3ta is love.
Shrimp are seafood.
Jhonen Vasquez is love.
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» Urban Legends
I made one... er... a small one.
At a G and T camp I once went to, they had an extensive computer lab of brand spanking new Macs, which few people had ever worked on. You could use the text-to-speech function to make your computer 'speak'... But I knew this, having owned one.
I, of course, announced that this was why Mac was ahead, they could make a computer that could read and talk. Then, I promptly started the text-to-speech and had a long 'discussion' with the entire table of computers.
Cue panic-stricken teachers trying to cover up their email, guilty students minimizing their 'research' porn and one girl throwing a fit that she couldn't use a Mac because they 'weren't private' and everyone could see whatever she did.
The myth held out there, of course, until someone noticed me typing in a future 'Am I real or do I just think I'm real?' monologue for the next class.
(Thu 5th Jan 2006, 21:16, More)
I made one... er... a small one.
At a G and T camp I once went to, they had an extensive computer lab of brand spanking new Macs, which few people had ever worked on. You could use the text-to-speech function to make your computer 'speak'... But I knew this, having owned one.
I, of course, announced that this was why Mac was ahead, they could make a computer that could read and talk. Then, I promptly started the text-to-speech and had a long 'discussion' with the entire table of computers.
Cue panic-stricken teachers trying to cover up their email, guilty students minimizing their 'research' porn and one girl throwing a fit that she couldn't use a Mac because they 'weren't private' and everyone could see whatever she did.
The myth held out there, of course, until someone noticed me typing in a future 'Am I real or do I just think I'm real?' monologue for the next class.
(Thu 5th Jan 2006, 21:16, More)
» Mugged
Panties and Catgirls, Yet Completely Unrelated
I was once mugged after school. All they took were my panties. DAMN PERVERTS.
On another note, I fell asleep at a convention and had my name badge taken. It wasn't much of a mugging, as they now had a bright pink minor's badge with a picture of a baby catgirl and the nickname 'Lieutenant Kinky'.
(Tue 20th Jun 2006, 3:29, More)
Panties and Catgirls, Yet Completely Unrelated
I was once mugged after school. All they took were my panties. DAMN PERVERTS.
On another note, I fell asleep at a convention and had my name badge taken. It wasn't much of a mugging, as they now had a bright pink minor's badge with a picture of a baby catgirl and the nickname 'Lieutenant Kinky'.
(Tue 20th Jun 2006, 3:29, More)
» My Greatest Regrets
Grr?
My first dance ever. My parents apparently found it OK to ship away a 14 year old girl with a head full of dirty to camp for a month or two, and there I was. Said dance was on a college campus with plenty of romantic little alcoves... and my most recent object of adoration asked if he could walk me there. I ran off to 'get my keys' (classic!) and hid in the toilets until the morning light.
And then I found him with a hand down my roommate's pants.
Male roommate.
Brother.
DAMN DAMN DAMN.
(Thu 12th Oct 2006, 1:53, More)
Grr?
My first dance ever. My parents apparently found it OK to ship away a 14 year old girl with a head full of dirty to camp for a month or two, and there I was. Said dance was on a college campus with plenty of romantic little alcoves... and my most recent object of adoration asked if he could walk me there. I ran off to 'get my keys' (classic!) and hid in the toilets until the morning light.
And then I found him with a hand down my roommate's pants.
Male roommate.
Brother.
DAMN DAMN DAMN.
(Thu 12th Oct 2006, 1:53, More)
» Body Mods
Eh?
The closest I've gotten to body modification was when, in a fit of tween angst I had a friend cut a (very wobbly) pentagram into my shoulder blade. With a staple.
Now every time I wear anything strappy I get people craning over my shoulder (sometimes from the front) going 'Are you one of those satanists then?' with a blank look on their faces.
I'm planning on covering it up with an ouija board tattoo. For once that question will be answered.
All signs point to 'no way in hell.'
(Sat 2nd Dec 2006, 3:29, More)
Eh?
The closest I've gotten to body modification was when, in a fit of tween angst I had a friend cut a (very wobbly) pentagram into my shoulder blade. With a staple.
Now every time I wear anything strappy I get people craning over my shoulder (sometimes from the front) going 'Are you one of those satanists then?' with a blank look on their faces.
I'm planning on covering it up with an ouija board tattoo. For once that question will be answered.
All signs point to 'no way in hell.'
(Sat 2nd Dec 2006, 3:29, More)
» Worst Nicknames Ever
Say hello to Lieutenant Kinky!
Due to a (failed) personality test, we dubbed THIS-
local skinny, quasi-ninja Goth girl Lieutentant Kinky. I want the nickname back now. I'm
'Buck Crocker'.
(Sun 21st May 2006, 14:24, More)
Say hello to Lieutenant Kinky!
Due to a (failed) personality test, we dubbed THIS-
local skinny, quasi-ninja Goth girl Lieutentant Kinky. I want the nickname back now. I'm
'Buck Crocker'.
(Sun 21st May 2006, 14:24, More)